FYM Q - All In My Head

Most of these niggas that say they got it is really just broke and basic
And I hate these broke ass hoes concerned bout money I'm making
I just took my bitch down south in a vet ain't the one to play with
I put blue on black ain't fucking with red they gone think I'm banging
No words I check bank account everytime I make a statement
I'm the one they gone say it I ain't really gotta say it
Made her fall in love now she wanna Q all on her anklet
Yeah we can be together but I ain't gone post you ain't sharing locations
Me and my bitch look good taking pictures ain't really my favorite
Cause niggas be plotting, bitches be nosey, bitches be hating
I spent twelve hours by myself had conversation
Realized everybody doing bad that tried to play me yeah
Sliding in the whip fast as hell they think I'm racing
I'm on top fr I'm in her phone, her playlist yeah
I might pop fr, If it's up fr then say that then
She want me to drop a bag on a lame hoe I don't play that yeah
They gone rap what they see on TV
Sliding through the city hoping nobody see me
Can't go Jayla, Can't go Ashley that's a repeat
How you fronting on the dog when you need me
Heart cold freezing cold talking A/C
Put that shit on treat me just like A.B.
She wanna give me throat but that bitch is eighteen
She know my name Q, call me Eastside baby

Written by:
Quentin Owens

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